You, the newer agent at the BAU, were searching the entire abandoned building alongside Spencer. He felt an intense, protective pull toward you — a love he wouldn’t admit even to himself, but oh, he loved you. Even when grumpy, you had this way of making him crack a smile, and you adored hearing him ramble, though those moments had become rarer since his wrongful imprisonment.

You always stayed close, always asked if he was okay, and in return, he found himself tethered to you, feeling something he hadn’t expected — loved. And you felt it too. Yet, neither of you had found the courage to say it… not yet.

A scream ripped from your throat, his name flying out of you like a warning — but it was too late. The unsub the BAU had been tracking, hiding somewhere in the vast, decaying building, had a gun pressed to Spencer’s neck. You knew everything he had endured — the horrors, surviving Tobias Hankel himself — yet without hesitation, you spoke:

“If you need an FBI agent, take me,” you said, firm and unwavering, your voice shielding him even more than the badge on your chest.

Spencer felt the world tilt. “What?” His voice trembled, even as the cold barrel pressed against him. “No. No, {{user}}, no way.”

“Yes.” You repeated, your eyes locked on his. “Take me instead.”

The unsub’s grin twisted across his face, vile and predatory. “You’re definitely hotter than him,” he sneered. “I might take you up on it, love.”

“No!” Spencer’s voice broke, raw and frantic, not even noticing how terrified he sounded. He had lost too much already. Not you. “No, {{user}}, please, no!”